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by e.h. - Libra

It is times
Like these
When I know

It won't get any better
Than this

Wrapped in your arms
Breathing your 
Sweet smoke smell
Watching gold
Glimmer on my pillow

It is times
Like these
When I know

How fast it all can go

A harsh word
Second thoughts
A brighter light
Shining through
Your darkness

It is times
Like these
When I know

I can't let you go

And if I were a painter
I would paint you in
With shades of blue 
And swirls of gold
Paint over the clock
So you wouldn't know
It is time to go

And if I were a sculptor
I would sculpt
Around deep curves
Scratch lines harsh enough
To draw you in
And soften the insides
So maybe you would stay

And if I were a writer
Then I would be good enough
To write you into these lines
To grant you immortality
So you could never fade
With time

It is times 
Like these
When I know

I won't let you go

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2002-01-17 15:34:26
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:45:35
Poem ID: 66759

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